“Poems On LoveLove adorns itself;it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.Love does not claim possession,but gives freedom.Love is an endless mystery,for it has nothing else to explain it.Love's gift cannot be given,it waits to be accepted.”

“Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.”

“Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.”

“If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower.”

“Poems On Life:Life is given to us,we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame,but the living the immortality of love. Life's errors cry for the merciful beautythat can modulate their isolation into aharmony with the whole.Life, like a child, laughs,shaking its rattle of death as it runs.”

“God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands. ”

“In learning a language, when from mere words we reach the laws of words, we have gained a great deal. But if we stop at that point and concern ourselves only with the marvels of the formation of a language, seeking the hidden reason of all its apparent caprices, we do not reach that end, for grammar is not literature… When we come to literature, we find that, though it conforms to the rules of grammar, it is yet a thing of joy; it is freedom itself. The beauty of a poem is bound by strict laws, yet it transcends them. The laws are its wings. They do not keep it weighed down. They carry it to freedom. Its form is in law, but its spirit is in beauty. Law is the first step toward freedom, and beauty is the complete liberation which stands on the pedestal of law. Beauty harmonizes in itself the limit and the beyond – the law and the liberty.”